Over the past few days, workers have been dismantling everything in the store and hauling it out onto the street. A junk truck has come and gone several times to take it all away.

Last night when I walked by, people were walking by and grabbing some of the stuff that was out on the sidewalk - including lots of furniture - racks for holding the underwear and lingerie, for example.

As I walked by, two big burly guys with tight t-shirts and bulging muscles passed in front of me. They both looked like nightclub bouncers, mean and tough.

But one was happily carting off a pink, heart-shaped clothing display rack, and the other had part of a mannequin's torso tucked under his arm.

"This is perfect for us!" shouted one of them with glee.

I wonder what they were using the stuff for? It's been bothering me ever since.

THIRTYSOMETHING (!!) year old Asian American New Yorker, lawyer, amateur musician, curious girl taking a bite out of the Big Apple. Don't mess with me - I'm short and I look demure, but I carry a big purse. And I've just embarked on the journey of married life in Manhattan.